Chris and I will both be 25 this month. He hits the quarter-century mark twelve days before I do. What a codger. I'm throwing him a party this weekend and can you believe he wants to cook for it? Well yes, I'm sure you can.
Last Friday, my band was playing a gig at Country Club until 8pm. I made them do an instrumental for the last song so I could rush off and join my comrades for The Moxie's grand opening. I caught the tail end of the festivities and the last sip of that weird effervescent wine. The place looks killer. I'm going to have to start saving up to get my hair done there before I do something drastic involving two mirrors and a pair of kitchen shears.
My jazz band got offered a recording contract yesterday by a studio that's been giving us free recording time. I mean...what? I'm not a dumbass, okay? I've seen every episode of Behind the Music. Just when it was starting to get really fun, these people want to turn it into a profession. Did you guys know that there are special lawyers that do nothing but negotiate recording contracts? I mean, of course there are, but I've never thought of it before.
3.07.2006
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